My sister is my heart. She opens doors to rooms I never knew were there. She breaks through walls I don’t recall building. She lights my darkest corners with the sparkle in her eyes.
My sister is my past. She writes my history. In her eyes I recognize myself. I have memories only we can share. She remembers, she forgives, and she accepts me as I am with tender understanding.
My sister is my future. She lives within my dreams. She sees my undiscovered secrets. She believes in me as I stumble. She walks in step with me, her love lighting my way.
My sister is my strength. She hears the whispered prayers that I cannot speak. She helps me find my smile, by freely giving hers away.
My sister was like no one else. She was the most treasured friend. She filled up the empty spaces and healed broken places. She was my rock, my inspiration. Though impossible to define in a word, you were....my sister.
I love and will miss you always.